Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
Markos blinks, "Uhm uhm.." despite this he took a seat in front of the old hag, his eyes flickering around the tent in weary as he sighed, "M-my story?" He mumbled, "The greenbriars, my f-family, were known for their compassion for nature, we were strong-hearted about protecting those that were weak and couldn't protect themselves in my homeland, but of course our family was driven out by a lord of our lands so i come here to follow my beloved sister with my twin b-brother belos, to protect her since she is now the head of our family." the young lad stammered every once in awhile before he stood up. "I-i gotta go now, bye miss." Yet he was polite with his courtesy and exited the tent.
